#0034: Ray Price - Night Life []

This is the music the old lady is listening to when the psycho killer sneaks into her apartment and cuts her to pieces.  And it fills me with the urge to do the same thing to Ray Price.  The soft, clippety clop of the trail song rhythm - a terrifying foreboding of Tammy Wynette - underpins the slow wail of a lap steel guitar in mind numbingly hackneyed harmony with itself.  The velvet tone of Ray Price's over polished voice serves up a fat spoonful of sugar to go with that syrup and the horror is complete.